[ Letting Percy have the upper hand is always a risky proposition. He has a gift for patience that drives Vax out of his mind under the best of circumstances. Even when he relents enough to haul Vax into his lap, it's with the promise of making him wait for something else.
But the end result is always—
There is something about being taken apart by Percy that destroys Vax every time. Percy's methodical about it. It isn't a surprise that by now Percy can look at Vax and know exactly which chords to pluck to shatter him apart. They've taught each other. They learned when their tumbles were far more vicious and far more likely to wound. Vax's teeth on Percy's knuckles are a pale echo of that, biting down even as his tongue laves at the callouses on Percy's fingers, sucking rather than sniping around the fingers Percy presses farther into his mouth.
He doesn't gag. Not yet, at least. That's not Percy's game at the moment.
He holds Percy's gaze as he thrusts up against the flat planes of Percy's belly. It's not much of anything, too slick from the water while Vax is held too close to manage much motion. His fingers dig in hard at the nape of Percy's neck as he groans, muffled and impatient. ]
[ the eagerness is made clear, and percy sighs a bit at the feeling of vax's tongue against his fingertips, grazes his teeth, presses down and back just a little more, feels the warmth and heat of his breath. leaning in, he kisses the corner of his mouth, murmurs softly into his skin there: ]
I do know why you came here, [ he says resolutely, with confidence painting his voice a brilliant color. his index finger slides out, thumb joining it and leaving a trail of saliva to catch along vax's lip. he's hardly debauched, they've only just begun and percy has every intention of making everyone aware that he's ruined vax'ildan for the evening. ] And I have every intention of giving it to you, but you'll have to work for it.
[ pulling back, he eyes vax up and down, thumb still pressed against his lip, fingers curling around to hold his jaw. he appraises him a moment, splayed over his hips trying to rut and find friction, of which he'll find none. the sight of his cock, arousal against his own belly, has him cocking a somewhat self-satisfied smile a bit before he reaches down with that hand and grabs it, squeezes at the base of it tightly, lets a finger stray to press beneath the base of it, against his taint and rub slowly. ] I know you're not the type to ask politely.
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But the end result is always—
There is something about being taken apart by Percy that destroys Vax every time. Percy's methodical about it. It isn't a surprise that by now Percy can look at Vax and know exactly which chords to pluck to shatter him apart. They've taught each other. They learned when their tumbles were far more vicious and far more likely to wound. Vax's teeth on Percy's knuckles are a pale echo of that, biting down even as his tongue laves at the callouses on Percy's fingers, sucking rather than sniping around the fingers Percy presses farther into his mouth.
He doesn't gag. Not yet, at least. That's not Percy's game at the moment.
He holds Percy's gaze as he thrusts up against the flat planes of Percy's belly. It's not much of anything, too slick from the water while Vax is held too close to manage much motion. His fingers dig in hard at the nape of Percy's neck as he groans, muffled and impatient. ]
smut but make it 8 months late
I do know why you came here, [ he says resolutely, with confidence painting his voice a brilliant color. his index finger slides out, thumb joining it and leaving a trail of saliva to catch along vax's lip. he's hardly debauched, they've only just begun and percy has every intention of making everyone aware that he's ruined vax'ildan for the evening. ] And I have every intention of giving it to you, but you'll have to work for it.
[ pulling back, he eyes vax up and down, thumb still pressed against his lip, fingers curling around to hold his jaw. he appraises him a moment, splayed over his hips trying to rut and find friction, of which he'll find none. the sight of his cock, arousal against his own belly, has him cocking a somewhat self-satisfied smile a bit before he reaches down with that hand and grabs it, squeezes at the base of it tightly, lets a finger stray to press beneath the base of it, against his taint and rub slowly. ] I know you're not the type to ask politely.